Thursday, September 16, 2010

Mrs. Jensen, I still remember it

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 


-William Ernest Henley

3 comments:

amanda/dave said...

love it. we should get together and talk some time. Not that you have time, I'm sure but...I miss you!

Diane said...

Jenny passed that off this week in Mrs. Jensen's!

kara lynn said...

ha i love this title